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The bits
of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and outrageous
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February |
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*Titus
Groan considers that one day he'll be a burger.. |
Life
goes on..
26.2.11 - As a hopeful post script to the
Christchurch tragedy, Trevor Courtney sent me this pic of the
first of their Red Devon progeny, which now makes the herd two.
I've asked Trev if it has a name* and I'll let you know.
Incidentally, I was reading a book on my trip that I'd like
to recommend to fellow 60 + (blokes mainly I'd reckon).
It's called Nothing to be Frightened of.. written by
well-known English author, Julian Barnes. (Well-known to you
perhaps, but I'd not read anything by him before).
As it increasingly occurs to our age group that we are not actually
immortal, this is a guide through most of the arguments against
dying that you'll think of plus a few more from extremely erudite
people that are in fact dead. |
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My
NZ trip
1)
The Brittendens treat the Rudd to a night out 2) New Age farmers
Trevor Courtney and Lyndsay Hammond
3) For
some reason I found the the muted tones of Sumner beach induced
a melancholic mood..
4) Morning
tea with the aunts, Bev and Joyce 5) The black sheep of the
family, my dad David (mouse
over pic)
6)
My beautiful mum, Lois, resigns herself to being snapped 7)
Jeff Smith updates me re' the Chants' project |
8) The
new reality - fat-arse seats at Auckland airport |
Missed
by that much..
24.2.11 - My escape from the recent Christchurch
earthquake was a little closer than my Twin Towers near miss.
(30 years) Tony Brittenden took me on a tour of the CBD on
my arrival on Friday 11th and lamented the loss of the Lone
Star Café, but of course the damage from the September
earthquake pales by comparison with Tuesday's effort and all
the pics I took are redundant
Anyway, Jan B. met us at St Andrews and we adjourned to Tiffany's,
an old established restaurant in Oxford Tce (pic 1)
which I had recommended unseen on a convoluted whim. It was
an odd night, but we had fun nonetheless.
On Saturday Tony and I trekked out to Eyrewell Forest near
Oxford to visit Chants' drummer Trevor Courtney and
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his wife, Lyndsay Hammond. (pic
2) Trev and Lyndsay have had an epiphany and have forsaken
music for the allure of farming their 13 acre property. Trevor
gave us a guided tour and outlined his bio-diverse approach
to farming, in which he's guided by the teachings of Rudolph
Steiner. Very interesting and I shall be fascinated to see how
things are going for them in a couple of years.
On Sunday I visited my in-laws, Peter and Teri Burns' in North
Brighton. They've been accommodating their daughter Karine's
family since the September 'quake which means the house is always
busy - things must be even more difficult for them now - after
which I drove down to Sumner (pic 3) and mooched about
disconsolately. I put my mood down to the typically muted greys,
greens and browns of the scenery, but perhaps I'd picked up
some sense of apprehension in the air.
As usual I was sad to leave my generous hosts the Brittendens,
but on Monday Jan dropped me off at Christchurch airport to
fly up to Auckland equipped with quantities of her Christmas
cake and biscuits. Christchurch was drizzly and cool when I
left, but it was steamy and hot when I arrived at Auckland airport.
Mum had sorted out a hire car for me and soon we were back in
Pakuranga having cups of tea and Jan's Christmas cake, followed
by an hour or so successfully re-installing a recalcitrant Norton
anti-virus program on mum's PC. I was quite pleased with myself
for my efforts and I think mum was not a little surprised.
The next day I popped over to Remuera for morning tea with two
of the aunts (pic 4) before following my nose down
Highway 1 to Rotorua where my dad David lives.
I was humbled to discover that David (pic 5) had declined
to go the funeral of one of his mates that day so as to be on
hand when I arrived, and over a G&T he read me the eulogy
he'd written to be read out in his absence. A lot of his friends
have died lately, which is one of the reasons I thought I should
take the opportunity to check up on his well-being and support
network. In the event I was satisfied that he's in good spirits,
although he suffers from just the sort of health concerns you
might expect from an 86 year old bloke.
On Wednesday night I was back in Auckland again and mum and
I had an evening out with Jeremy and Susie Templer at Jeremy's
favoured haunt, the Belgian Beer Café in Mission Bay
where I consumed 40,000 green-lipped mussels - the really big
ones. It was only later I remembered that Jeff Smith, whom I
was meeting the next day, had asked me if I liked seafood paella
and I thought perhaps I should've gone for something less seafoody.
Jeff Smith (pic 7) (Deep
Animation) lives and works in Kaukapakapa (Ko-cuppa-cuppa)
not twenty minutes from Audrey Hay, the third of my Auckland
aunts, so I managed to pay her an overdue visit - she loves
her music and always seems to be OS at some classical festival
or other whenever I'm in town.
Jeff's place is idyllically situated in the bush within sight
of the statue of the Buddha at the local Buddhist Temple. John
Baker was supposed to be coming as well, but neither of us were
too surprised that he didn't make it. I'd brought a bottle of
pinot noir with me but Jeff insisted we knock over
his bottle of bubbly as he started cooking the paella. A
couple of hours later, a surfeit of mussels the previous night
notwithstanding, I was ready to eat and the paella
was delicious. Then I crunched on something, possibly a randomly
ironic bit of mussel shell, and realised I'd broken a molar
clean in half and it was cutting into my tongue making
talking quite problematic.
Fortunately, Jeff did most of the talking from then on
anyway and showed me a lot of the raw material they're assembling
into, well, they're not quite sure what that is yet. All they
know is that it has to be completed by April to be submitted
in time for the NZ Film Festival. There's a lot of live footage
of the Chants from 2007 and 2010 plus interviews with the Stagedoor
crowd, but I get the feeling the doco (if that's what it is)
will be largely about John Baker and his 'magnificent obsession',
and that's fitting enough as it was John's enthusiasm and energy
that revived interest in the incipient Kiwi music scene in the
first place.
I took mum out to lunch the next day (pic 6) before
she dropped me off at the airport to head back home. A pesky
detail: I suppose it's all the good weather they've been having,
(Auckland has had a warmer summer than has Melbourne) but I
was astonished that the local dozy flies are tolerated to the
extent they are - nobody seems to have cottoned on to fly screens.
Could be an opening for a fly-screen entrepreneur perhaps..
Flies aside, I had a lovely trip catching up with friends and
rel's. Maybe I'll do it again next year.. |
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1) Rosemary's
granddaughter Tilley is Rosemary's joey 2) Chris is arrested
by Sheriff Bill |
The
weekend 7.2.11 - I'm getting
into the habit of having Chris to stay for the weekend now that
I have a room available for him - the old place in Camberwell
had deteriorated to the point that there was only one habitable
bedroom. He's clearly enjoying the experience as am I - even
when we have to get up at 6.15am as we did on |
Sunday to go up to Strathewen to
atttend the second anniversary of the 2009 fires. It was held
at the newly built pavilion on the old oval and there were a
couple of hundred Strathewenites there to mark the occasion.
The names of the perished were heart-wrenchingly read out and
there were a couple of speeches and a few songs - and then the
formal part of proceedings was over. Bill's songs were played
as background music before and after the ceremony underlining
his identity as a valued member of the Strathewen community.
I'm proud of the man.. |
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